Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
JFA,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.